Geng Hao also felt that what Hao Yi said made a lot of sense:
"True. Ding Ling has a lot of influence, so he can make friends with anyone and even take the initiative to befriend people from the lower classes. Perhaps it's precisely because he's seen so much, has an exceptionally strong ability to empathize, and is a peerless genius that he can sympathize with people from the lower classes. Naturally, he recognizes them.
"That means he won't be too arrogant himself."
Hao Yi deeply agreed:
"That's why I said our luck is actually pretty good. We only came out for a trip and happened to meet Ding Ling, this legend. I feel that by befriending and signing with Ding Ling this time, I've probably used up all the luck I had for the rest of my life."
Geng Hao curled his lips. Your luck seems to have only just started getting better.
He was a little envious. Once you follow Ding Ling, the good days will come. Having good luck rolling in will become your daily routine, won't it?
Hao Yi burst out laughing, looking extremely smug:
"Exactly. It would be hard to have bad luck while following Ding Ling. Brother, good luck will keep coming your way from now on. I'll definitely look after you. Don't worry, if your brother can drive a Land Rover, you'll definitely be able to drive a motorcycle too!"
Get lost.
Hahaha...
Hao Yi was clearly quite excited.
He had gotten carried away chatting with Geng Hao.
Halfway there, he accidentally waved his hands around, causing him to lose control of the steering wheel. Clack, clack!
Boom!
Amid a burst of screams.
The swords and blades in the back seat shot through the gap and pointed straight ahead. With a splurt,